The Best of All ‎#238

238. Calvary

1 There’s a hill lone and gray,
In a land far away,
In a country beyond the blue sea,
Where beneath that fair sky
Went a Man forth to die
For the world and for you and for me.

Oh, it bows down my heart,
And the teardrops will start,
When in mem’ry that gray hill I see;
For ’twas there on its side,
Jesus suffer’d and died
To redeem a poor sinner like me.

2 Behold! faint on the road,
'Neath a world’s heavy load,
Comes a thorn-crowned Man on the way!
With a cross He is bow’d,
But still on thro’ the crowd
He’s ascending that hill lone and gray.

Oh, it bows down my heart,
And the teardrops will start,
When in mem’ry that gray hill I see;
For ’twas there on its side,
Jesus suffer’d and died
To redeem a poor sinner like me.

3 Hark, I hear the dull blow
Of the hammer swung low,
They are nailing my Lord to the tree!
And the cross they upraise
While the multitude gaze
On the blest Lamb of dark Calvary!

Oh, it bows down my heart,
And the teardrops will start,
When in mem’ry that gray hill I see;
For ’twas there on its side,
Jesus suffer’d and died
To redeem a poor sinner like me.
 
4 How they mock Him in death,
To His last lab’ring breath,
While His friends sadly weep o’er the way!
But tho’ lonely and faint,
Still no word of complaint
Fell from Him on the hillock of gray.

Oh, it bows down my heart,
And the teardrops will start,
When in mem’ry that gray hill I see;
For ’twas there on its side,
Jesus suffer’d and died
To redeem a poor sinner like me.

5 Then the darkness came down,
And the rocks rent around,
And a cry pierc’d the sad-laden air!
’Twas the voice of our King,
Who receiv’d death’s dark sting,
All to save us from endless despair.

Oh, it bows down my heart,
And the teardrops will start,
When in mem’ry that gray hill I see;
For ’twas there on its side,
Jesus suffer’d and died
To redeem a poor sinner like me.

6 Let the sun hide its face,
Let the earth reel apace,
Over men who their Saviour have slain!
But, behold! from the sod,
Comes the blessed Lamb of God,
Who was slain, but is risen again.

Shout aloud, then, my soul,
Let the glad tidings roll
From the land to the ends of the sea!
Jesus conquer’d the grave,
And has risen to save
The whole world, and to make us all free.

Text Information

• First Line: There's a hill lone and gray
• Title: Calvary
• Author: Rev. B. Carradine
• Refrain First Line: Oh, it bows down my heart
• Publication Date: 1910

Tune Information

• Name: [There's a hill lone and gray]
• Composer: Rev. L. L. Pickett